Another Helping of Hash

I don't know what it is about summer, but my brain just turns to mush, almost like the heat has slightly poached it. I find it hard to concentrate, and even harder to put together a sentence, much less a paragraph. Luckily, the news in the summer takes a hiatus, since policy makers and criminals also find it too hot to do anything. So, that just leaves this blog. This big, empty, gaping, maw of a blog. And what to do with such a maw? Throw some Libby Logic hash at it.

• The other day I was writing a story about the large number of refugees being forced into camps in Pakistan. You know, an uplifting story that doesn't at all make you question if humans should eat their young. I thought I wrote that they were running out of "food and firewood." That's what I thought I wrote -- at least until my anchor came to ask me about the script. "Why are they giving the refugees fireworks," she asked. I replied the only way I could. "Well, they're refugees," I said, "they need something to take their minds off the situation."
• I believe I have figured out how Ikea picks names for their products -- blog comment word verification. For instance just today I encountered "liess," "scrotea," and "kyvertia" when leaving comments on blogs. I think I looked at all three styles of those lamps on my last trip to the big blue temple of Allen wrenches.
  
• Speaking of blogs, Kim over at Yellow Trash Diaries has challenged me to a contest -- whoever gets 50 followers first wins. Now, Kim is very funny, and a very good writer, but I think you should all know that she is a foreigner. In fact, she's Korean. Yes, she hasn't been in Korea for like, 30, 35 years, and she is an "official" citizen of the U.S., but I am pretty sure that if you follow her you are supporting Kim Jung Ill having nuclear weapons. Oh, and his wearing of pantsuits... Also, I think you should know I have proof she once punched a dolphin.
• Ever since I got my Blackberry Ryan has been insufferable, referring to it as my "boyfriend." Well, now he's entered the world of electronic dating too. Her name is Kindle. Ryan has always been an avid reader, but he favors esoteric titles like "How Penguins Impact Fossil Fuel Development," which take six to eight weeks to ship, so there are times when he is not buried in a book. With the Kindle though, he can get these books instantly. I am hoping he looks up before our soon to be child turns eight, or his head explodes due to an overload of knowledge about Icelandic feudal politics.
  
• I love this picture. I can't help it. every time I see it I spit milk out my nose, even if I am not drinking milk. I really wish I had been clever enough to think of it.
  

Argh. Okay, my attention is waning, and my glass of wine is getting low. This weekend I plan to lay in a kiddie pool filled with ice and and Smirnoff ice, and hopefully get my brain cool enough to think, and blog again. Until then, join the Libby Logic army and become a follower. I am just hoping one of us gets to 50 before the smack talk gets ugly... or the Internet is replaced with telepathy.